Muffled Applause

The muffled applause

Of raindrops

Served to massage

My window pane

As the glass wept

In a somber world

Black and white

Silver and blue.

There was a glow

In its silver sky

That the world

Always tried to mimic,

But everything knew its

Place, and everything

Wept.

Cars on the street

Perspired as they

Skated on grey haste,

And silver people

Dry and safe within,

All in a race.

All in a chase.

Like airborne droplets

Fighting the wind

To meet their own certain

Demise.

The muffled applause

Of raindrops

Sewed itself

To the back of my neck

As it rested

On this prickly bag of feathers.

It cooled the flame

Within my chest

And lullabyed

My eyes

To escape the

Silver lined

World.

--poem for a children's book